The Son of Man from Jordan Rose

The Son of Man from Jor­dan rose

And prayed to God above;

When lo

the op­en­ing heav’ns dis­close

A swift des­cend­ing dove.

The Spir­it

light­ing on His brow

Anoints the Ho­ly One;

The Fa­ther’s voice de­clar­ing

Thou

Art My be­lov­èd Son.

So when

through His bap­tiz­ing blessed

The font new birth con­veys

Man kneels a son of God con­fessed

Heav’n op­ens as he prays.

Fair in­no­cen­cy

like the dove’s

Invests him

purged from sin;

For God the brood­ing Spir­it moves

Directs and rules with­in.

O Christ

whose mer­cy cleansed our stain

With streams of grace di­vine

Let us not soil the robes again

Made white in blood of Thine.

Redeemer of a world un­done

We praise Thee and adore

Jesu

with God the Fa­ther One

And Spir­it ev­er­more.